My mind reverted back to memories of my wife and my childhood. I tried to recollect what my wife looked like but I had been confined for so long now it was all just a blur. I also thought of how we used to sit down at the table on Sundays with the smell of chicken roasting in the oven. I had to stop thinking of this because it reminded me of how ravenous I was, but starvation was just a small part of it.
My cell is atrocious as I have one grease lined cup and a sack to keep me warm. There was also a chamber pot what is emptied once a week so by Wednesday it is already overflowing so you have to sit and sleep in your own excrement the stench was astounding. The cell wasn’t a very big cell and the only thing to keep me company was the dog in the cell next to me barking at feeding time, at times I thought that soon it would be being me fed to the dog, but up to now there has been no evidence of that happening soon, but such brutality was a possibility.
I heard a noise. It sounded like the cocking of a rifle. I just ignored it and carried on thinking of my darling family. The bolt of the warehouse door slid open, a huge gust of blistering cold wind blew through the door. Heavy, slow footsteps became louder coming closer to my cell. My heart started racing it felt as if it was about to burst out of my chest. I started to panic. They gave me a cold, wet and smelly old sack. By this time I was used to the procedure. I placed the sack on my head and stepped out of my cell. One of the captors tied a rope around my neck as if I was some sort of animal. I didn’t retaliate because I knew one of them had a rifle and they may kill me and there will be no chance of freedom them, except heaven of course. They dragged me outside and shouted “step!” I stepped into the van and sat on the ice cold wheel arch. The van started up. The engine roared. As we set of or bodies lurched forward causing me to be flung into one of the seats in front.
We was driving for about an hour, but for someone getting hurled about from left to right in the back of a van it feels like five hours.
The engine stopped a sigh of relief shivered through my body “thank god that’s over” I said to myself. The back door was flung open with a bang as it hit the side of the van. The light pierced through tiny holes in the sack I was so thankful that I wasn’t thrown in to that warehouse any more. One shouted “out!” it was a different voice from last time. I slowly stepped out of the van not knowing what to expect. As I placed my second foot on the ground the door slammed shut and the van bolted off like a lightning bolt. A couple of minutes went by. It was silent. I cautiously removed the sack from my head and untied the rope from my neck. I looked around to find nothing but trees, but there was no evidence that a van or any one had been hear before. It was like I had gone in to a different world.
I walked on through the thick never ending forest. Darkness drew nearer and nearer. Light was fading. Freedom was still far far away.
